siblings
Siblings are the only enemy you can't live without.
Finding a Mud Puddle Among Other Things With My Sister
My sister and I were sitting in a mud puddle in our underwear when police showed up to take us home. We were seven and six years old when we decided to run away. That morning, after packing our wagon with a loaf of bread, peanut butter and stuffed animals, we set out for our new life. A better life without rules and regulations, freedom in the greatest sense of the word. Walking out the door, we felt what I assume most people feel the first time they leave their lives behind: fear, excitement, the natural adrenaline of tackling a new challenge. Being the youngest, my sister was understandably unsure of our plan, but she followed regardless, trusting me and all the knowledge I had acquired in the year before her. I knew better, plain and simple.
By Ryan Adams8 years ago in Families
What It's Like to Grow Up as the "Normal" Kid
At first glance my family and many others like it look completely "normal." Of course normal is a very relative term and means something different to every person. But when you take a closer look you can see the differences from most people’s definition of the word. I grew up as the older sister of a sibling with autism. And while I got to grow up as the "normal" one, I did not grow up without feeling the effects of it.
By Caitlin Sullivan8 years ago in Families
Sisters Till the End
This picture is just from this past Christmas. Do I hate my sisters? Sometimes. Is there ever time that I feel that I need my sisters? A lot. Do I have a lot of love for both of my sisters? Yes! Us 3 girls grew up on a farm of 40 acres. So, if we ever felt to get a way from each other, sometimes wasn't always possible. Even with that much land. That's because we would follow one another out there in the wilderness of the farm. There is were I learned that family come first no matter what. That my sisters were my very first friends. Friends that I loved yet didn't always see eye to eye with. They are my sisters. I do love them with all of my heart. Even if there are times that we don't talk, and times that we don't see each other. The love is still there. My oldest sister is the one that I was always closest to growing up to, and if I ever had a problem, she was always there to listen and give me advice. The middle sister, she never gave me advice, she would gripe about every little thing that I was doing wrong at that time, or gripe about my problem even today what I would be doing wrong. Tell me which sister would be the best bet to talk to in bad times. Don't worry, I'll wait.
By Susan Whallon Meeks8 years ago in Families
Blood and Water
All my life I have never understood people whose sisters are their best friend. Seeing two sisters hugging and hanging out and actually enjoying it was like seeing a unicorn for me. I could not fathom being my sister's best friend. Especially since most of the time I never really felt like her little sister.
By Tanisha Montgomery8 years ago in Families
My Not So "Perfect" Life
Hello, my name is Downey. Brooke Downey. I am 17 years old, I live in Ontario, Canada in a Women's Shelter, and grew up in my area of Stayner for all of my life until just a little bit ago. I currently attend Jean Vanier for my last year, grade 12!! "I'm so close to being done," my mind screams every day in excitement. That was, well, until I got into a situation that made my life a little messy.
By Brooke Downey8 years ago in Families
Half-Sibling and Full Trouble
As my oldest half-sister passed me on the way out of probate court, she hissed to me that she wished I was in a coma. Our stepmother lay in a coma in a nursing facility, the result of an accident she would never recover from. My half-sister was trying to take advantage of the situation by making a bid to grab whatever she thought my father had left behind when he passed on years ago. She made sure that neither the judge, her lawyer, or our stepmother’s lawyer could hear her comment to me. I did not reply. It was the first time we had seen each other since our father had passed on twelve years earlier.
By Hillari Hunter8 years ago in Families
Water
It was an unnecessarily hot Tuesday afternoon. I was babysitting my little brother. Well, my little brother was playing and I was doing other things. One would think that a family with an in-ground pool would have AC, but no, we had fans. My brother ran around the house happily chasing around the kittens.
By Savannah McCain8 years ago in Families
The Beast
The Beast Part 1: Beyond the Tracks It was our turn to make the trip. When the day came, my brother and I hid behind a bare tree, close enough to the track so that we could reach the Beast. Although it was barely morning, the sun’s rays pierced through the skin on my arm. My entire body itched because of it. Cesar and I weren’t alone; others scattered behind the bare skinny trees with us. Papi always encouraged us to be practical for any occasion, so I clothed myself in a simple red t-shirt with “La Catholica” on it, black leggings, and Nike sneakers, while Cesar dressed himself in his school’s red t-shirt, jeans, and Vans sneakers. We attempted to match as much as possible in case we strayed from each other. When the coyote signaled the cue, we, and everyone else, darted for the tracks and waited for the rumble and vibration of the Mexican sand under our feet. When the Beast appeared in the distance, I grabbed Cesar’s arm and double-checked our backpacks hung securely over our shoulders. “Ready?” He nodded and I wrapped my fingers around his wrist. Tiny particles of orange sand danced while the tracks roared. My grip suffocated Cesar’s wrist as I lunged at the first railing in my sight.
By Maria Cedeno8 years ago in Families
Sisters Comparison Essay
Many sisters can say that they are equivalent in almost every way. From the way they talk and dress, to the type of music they like and the boys they have crushes on, their similarities never retire. They’re the girls you can barely tell apart, even if they’re not twins. Conjoined at the hip, they reign over all of the other sisters who aren’t as laudable.
By Juneau Howard8 years ago in Families
